Kaelah's Corner (Mar 2021): The Curtain Stick

While working through old stuff some days ago, Ludwig and I came across an old curtain stick (not a curtain rod, but a kind of stick used to open and close the curtain). Of course, Ludwig had the same thought that probably most of our readers would have. He called me with a glee in his eyes and said: "Bend over. I have to try this."

 

Being the obedient and submissive wife that I am, I of course did as he told me. Ludwig took aim, swung back his arm, I heard a swoosh, a crack – and jumped up with a surprised "Ouch!" because the stick had left an unexpectedly sharp pain on my right buttock. "Are you nuts?", I snapped (okay, maybe I am not so submissive after all), "that thing stings like hell, even over my trousers – plus, you only hit my right buttock!" For some reason Ludwig didn't seem to have much pity for me. Quite the contrary, he somehow looked rather content.

 

"Now I want to try that, too, just so that you know how much this thing hurts," I said, and took the stick out of Ludwig's hands. "Okay," he sighed, and bent over. I took aim, trying to cover both buttocks with the plastic stick and not to hurt Ludwig with the broader handle. I swung back and hit Ludwig's backside a little bit too high for my taste. It didn't seem to bother him, though. As a matter of fact he didn't seem to be impressed by the stroke at all.

 

"Damn, I am out of practice! My aim was to high, I have to try that again," I exclaimed. "Hey, why do I get more strokes?" Ludwig protested. But he let me try again, two times. My aim got better, but for some reason Ludwig seemed to be much less impressed by the tool than I had been. "It's not that bad," he told me. Maybe I was going too soft? Slightly irritated and a bit disappointed, I gave up. My aim wasn't good enough for harder strokes, and maybe Ludwig simply was tougher than me.

A while later I was in the bedroom, took down my pants and looked into the mirror. And what did I see? I called Ludwig and showed him the marks, or, rather, the single mark on my right buttock. It looked like a mark from a broader kind of cane. "Oh, nice," Ludwig exclaimed. "But why is it only on my right buttock?" I asked. Then it came to me.

 

 

"You hit me with the handle, didnt't you?" I asked Ludwig. "Yes, of course!" he said. "But the handle is too broad and too heavy. I did my best NOT to hit you with it," I protested. "I thought it was a bit like the tip of a riding crop," Ludwig explained, "so I had to try it out." "Try it out on YOUR bottom the next time!" I grumbled. But I had to admit that the mark left by the handle was beautiful. And at least now the riddle was solved where the sharp pain on my right buttock came from and why Ludwig had been so unimpressed by the curtain stick.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the time to take a picture that day. But when I looked into the mirror the next morning, I realised that the mark still looked almost like it had the evening before. It hadn't become much paler, and the skin hadn't turned blue, either. So I used the opportunity to make a picture for you.

Despite the nice mark, the curtain stick won't stay with us. It simply isn't really suitable as a spanking implement. But at least we now have a picture to commemorate it. And with that we wish all of you, who celebrate it, a Happy Easter. And a happy rabbit feast to all of you from your friendly atheists.

Kaelah's Corner (Feb 2021): Trying Out New Kinks

Welcome to another belated edition of Kaelah's Corner. The pandemic still has us in its grip (I just mistakenly wrote in tits grip, whatever that means ;-) ). I came to realise that Covid-19 doesn't only affect our private lives and kink, but of course the businesses of kinky sex workers and producers, too.

Some of them have made a virtue out of necessity and have begun to shoot more solo material and use the more intimate setting to try out new kinks. Among them are Ariel Anderssen (aka Amelia-Jane Rutherford) and Leia-Ann Woods. Pandora / Blake also had to find new ways to make clips for Dreams Of Spanking. And among their new clips there are a few solo ones as well.

My own fantasies don't always revolve around CP any more, either, but also around more BDSMy and more explicit things. I suppose it's nothing I really want to try out for real, but it is fun to play around with the idea of having sex in front of others or with a group of women in my fantasies.

And so I also enjoy watching more explicit stuff nowadays. One kink that especially caught my interest when looking through Leia-Ann's new videos was humping things / grinding. Funnily, Pandora / Blake just put up a new video which involves that as well. Of course that kink is predestined for solo videos – and for solo action at home.

Now, in stressful times, I am unfortunately very rarely in the mood for anything sexual. But one evening when I had the equally rare situation of being all alone in front of my computer, looking at some kinky videos made me want to experiment a bit with a table, too. And indeed I found it a very satisfying experience.

The day after I told Ludwig about it, and he was very eager to watch when I experimented the next time. I was a bit unsure at first – it's already hard for me to get into the right headspace when I am alone nowadays, having my husband watch is not something that makes it easier (when I am playing out scenarios with spectators in my head, they are all fictional and nameless). Fortunately Ludwig understands that – he completely loses his focus when I try watching him going solo, too.

But a few days later I gave it a try, nonetheless, and while it was a bit more difficult to get in the right headspace, it worked. And so I got to share my new experiments with Ludwig, and he enjoyed watching my sexual self which comes out so rarely these days.

It made me think about what the fellow kinksters among us who are solo do in these times. Is trying out new things and maybe sharing them with play partners via video a way to get through this pandemic? Experiences, anyone?

Kaelah's Corner (Jul 2020): A Focusing Spanking

As I mentioned several times in my recent posts, spare time is rare for Ludwig and me nowadays. But sometimes, in the late evening, we have (or rather, take) an hour or two just for the two of us, to talk, relax and / or share some more intimate moments.

We decided to do the latter a few days ago, but as you can imagine, it can be hard to find the right focus, given that we had had a stressful day. And so this time it was Ludwig who found it difficult to find the right erotic mindset - and to remain in it - to enjoy the attention I was giving him. Understandably, he was a bit frustrated about that.

So I kindly (and totally altruistically) offered my help to get him more focused on the right topic. Ludwig told me he wasn't really convinced that what I had in mind would be of any help at all, but despite his doubts he climbed over my lap. And so I gave him a hard hand spanking, enjoying the sound of my hand making sharp contact with his naked bottom, Ludwig's wincing and teeth gritting and the sight of his formerly pale behind turning more and more red.

Afterwards my hand was probably hurting as much as Ludwig's bottom. But I didn't mind. And Ludwig – well, the spanking didn't turn him on when it was happening (it never does), but it obviously helped him to get into the right fantasies afterwards. And so he could enjoy the rest of our couple time much more than before the spanking.

I love to be helpful like that! :-)

Kaelah's Corner (Jun 2020): An Unexpected Pervertible

Wow, it is summer already! I hope you are all happy and healthy, in spite of the disease that seems to stay with us much longer than we would have liked it to.

A few weeks ago, Ludwig and I helped tear out a few doors in an old building, including the doorframes. Since we aren't used to that kind of work, it took us a moment to find out what the best technique was, but after a while we became quite fast.

We put the parts of the door cases on one pile in order for them to be brought to the civic amenity site later. When we did that, we also removed the rubber inner door seals, so that the different types of trash could later be put into separate containers.

Suddenly, Ludwig took a closer look at the seals. He wrapped the end of one of them around his hand and began to swing it like a whip. "Hey look, that's nice, isn't it," he exclaimed. I came over and took a closer look, too. "Hmm, interesting indeed," I stated. Of course I offered my bottom for a little tryout and I have to admit that I liked the feel! Thuddy with a bit of sting, not too painful (when used with medium force over the trousers), yet enough to get into the mood. And even though they don't look very elegant, I somehow also liked the sight of the door seal used as a spanking implement. Maybe because I have a thing for industrial art...

Of course I couldn't resist giving Ludwig a friendly smack with one seal, too. As a spanker, I like that you can use them in different ways. When you shorten them by wrapping  them around the hand several times, they are quite easy to handle. If you leave them long, they are a bit like a long single tail whip, though, and I think it takes some practice to handle them properly.

Ludwig and I suddenly realised, though, that although there was no one around us in the house, the windows didn't have any closed curtains and people on the street could look inside. Fortunately it was a quiet neighbourhood and we were quite positive that nobody had observed our shenanigans. However, this clearly wasn't the right place for a bare bottom test!

Maybe we will get a specimen and try it at home, though. Has anyone among you ever used an inner door seal made of rubber as a pervertible spanking implement? Did you like it? And what was the craziest / funniest / best pervertible implement you ever came across? I'm curious to hear your stories in the comment section!

Kaelah's Corner (Jan 2020): Our First Spanking In The New Decade

Our first spanking in the new year came totally unplanned and unexpected. As a matter of fact, we were in the midst of talking about really heavy stuff when it happened. We've got several important decisions to make this year which will have a strong impact on our family life for at least the next twenty years.

Somehow, suddenly, the topic changed to kink and that we don't have the time and energy to pursue that part of our life anymore with two kids. "Maybe it would do you some good, though," Ludwig said jokingly. With that, he grabbed a chair, sat down and pulled me over his lap.

I protested half-heartedly as Ludwig began to spank me, telling him that I was indeed getting older and positions like that were too uncomfortable for me, given all the physical problems I am facing now that I have born two children. Apparently, though, I didn't sound serious enough to convince Ludwig, so instead of letting me up, he continued smacking my bottom hard with his hand, muttering something along the lines that I might be nicer to him if he spanked me more often. Of course, he doesn't seriously believe in that after all the years we've spent together now, but obviously he thought it was a nice excuse for having some more spanking fun with me over his knees. Finally, Ludwig was content and let me back up.
 

"When the kids grow older," he exclaimed, "we can do this more often again." In contrast to Ludwig, I can still imagine having another baby, though, and so I replied sheepishly: "Hey, if that's what you want, I would even take a few 50-stroke canings, if we could have another child in return. Wouldn't that be a deal?" Of course, Ludwig wouldn't have me lure him into that. Instead, he grinned and teased me: "Oh, we shouldn't. With another pregnancy, your hips might become even broader than they already are."

Now, before anyone cries out about body shaming – I am the one who always bemoaned my broader hips and round bottom (even before I was pregnant), not Ludwig. While Ludwig generally finds slim bodies more attractive optically than broader ones (the same is true for me), he never minded my broader hips or the way my body has changed as a mother. That said, even though I have gained a bit of weight, I am not totally unhappy with my new body, either, since I think that the waist-hip-ratio fits better today than it did before. Not to mention the knowledge of and gratefulness for the incredible things my body has done to present us with two wonderful children. So, Ludwig knew that his teasing wouldn't really hurt me, but he also knew that he would catch my attention with his words – and he did!

Immediately I sat down, pulled him over my knees and began to spank his bottom vigorously. Ludwig protested, but when he murmured something along the lines of "Just saying", all he got was me pulling his pants down and spanking his bare bottom even harder. "Hey, I didn't do that!" he pouted, half seriously and half playfully, and both grinned and winced under my smacks as his bottom was turning redder and redder with every blow. I put as much force behind the final ones as I could muster and finally came to the conclusion that I had made my point.

Ludwig stood up and rubbed his bottom. I looked at my hand and with astonishment exclaimed: "I am bruised!" Indeedm my hand was crimson red and a few little bruises were already visible. For some reasons Ludwig didn't seem to feel very sorry for me, though ...

And so, after putting the chair and Ludwig's clothing back to were it belonged, we continued to ponder and discuss the important choices that we have to make in the upcoming months. The spanking had just been a short intermezzo, but it was a nice way to clear our heads for a moment. And totally unplanned as it was, our first spanking in the 2020s even saw both of us on the giving as well as the receiving end.

How about you? Have you already spanked someone or been spanked this year? Was it planned or did it happen spontaneously? You are very welcome to share your story in the comment section!

Kaelah's Corner (Jun 2019): A Birthday Spanking

I think this is the first post that contains a picture from a spanking (or, rather, showing the results of a spanking) in a long time! The reason for my spanking was simple – it was my birthday. Nonetheless, the spanking came to me as a surprise. Because until then my birthday had been a very normal day. No special celebration (we did that on a later day), just the normal time schedule and duties.

But in the evening, when the kids were in bed, Ludwig suddenly surprised me with the announcement that I still had a birthday spanking to come. "Wait a moment, why do YOU get a birthday present when it's MY birthday?" I asked. "Since I am a switch, I could give you a birthday spanking on my birthday like most tops do, couldn't I?" Of course, Ludwig thought I couldn't, and my protest had been only half-hearted, anyway.

So my pants came down and I got over Ludwig's knee. I realised that I'm really getting old, because it becomes more and more important to me (and it is harder and harder to make it possible) to find a comfortable position during a spanking. It's enough to have my bottom hurting, I don't need my hands and my back to hurt as well!

Ludwig started with moderate slaps. After all, I am so old now (and he, too) that he needed to save some power and energy for a crescendo at the end of what was about to become a long birthday spanking! But Ludwig insisted that I should count out aloud, otherwise he wasn't willing to take the strokes into account for the final tally. So I did.

"Hey, that's still lots of fun!" Ludwig exclaimed. I, already aching under the strokes which were by now getting harder, replied: "Well, at least one of us is having fun!" - "I suppose my hand will hurt by the end, though." Ludwig mused. For some reason I didn't manage to feel sorry for him.

Ludwig had a good pace for the spanking, giving me enough time to catch my breath in between the strokes. Which was nice, since I struggled with the pain. But I managed to count all strokes aloud and after a crescendo we finally hit the end. Well, almost. Because I couldn't resist asking: "And what about one to grow?" Of course Ludwig didn't want me to miss out on that one. And since chances of me growing are rather low given my age (instead I'm already shrinking), he gave me not one, but two additional strokes.

After I had been allowed to stand up again, I immediately touched my bottom and asked Ludwig whether the marks were quite visible. He told me that my bottom was very red indeed und so we spontaneously decided to take a few pictures. We did not invest as much time on that as we used to when we were still without kids and not so tired in the evening. But we have enough experience by now with finding positions and angles which we like. And so here it is, the picture from my birthday spanking - for you to enjoy! It's quite obvious from the marks that Ludwig is right-handed, right?

Global Day(s) of Delurk 2018 (Day 1): 10th Anniversary

It's that time of the year again! Time to thank all our silent readers, those among you who read our blog and are interested in what we have to say but whom we don't know about because you don't feel the urge / don't like to / don't dare to write a comment. Some of you might have accompanied us for quite some time already, some might just have stumbled over our blog today. No matter who you are or how long you have been here, this is the day to tell you that we appreciate you taking your time to read this blog.

For us, Ludwig and Kaelah, this institution, invented by Bonnie and now organised and hosted by Hermione, has a very special meaning that goes far beyond celebrating the silent readers of our blog. This is the eleventh time this blog is taking part in LOL Day and at the same time it is the 10th anniversary of Ludwig and me making our first contact. Because on LOL Day 2008 I, being a complete newbie to erotic spanking at the time, left my first-ever comment on this blog under my old nickname K'Ehleyr.

At that time Ludwig thought his new commenter was a German guy, maybe with a Turkish heritage. Well, he found out how wrong he was when we started communicating via email. After a while, I asked Ludwig to lead me through my first erotic spanking experience, because I really came to trust him and felt that he was the right person to take this plunge with. We met in person for the first time, found out that the chemistry between us was indeed great, and shared a very elaborated and wonderful spanking initiation ceremony together.

Not much later we became a couple and started writing about our kinky journey here on this blog. The picture in this post was taken around that time. How young we were! Today, ten years after our very first contact, after a fantastic kinky journey that involved lots of writing for this blog, meeting like-minded people from around the world, participating in kinky events and shooting videos, we are married and living together as mates and confidants, sharing much more than just our kink.

You might have been wondering why our writing has become so infrequent in the last years, though. As we wrote, our day-to-day life is very challenging and our vanilla duties are rather time-consuming. But there is more to it than that. We pondered for a while whether to share this intimate part of our life here on our blog or not (funny to say that on a blog on which we have shared quite some intimate things). We finally decided to do so.

As a matter of fact, I already hinted at it in my last series of posts about a very painful and life-changing event Ludwig and I shared. You can read about the prologue, the preparations and the actual event here. Some of you obviously already realised what happened exactly. Tomorrow in our second LOL Day post (or, Global Day of Delurk, as we like to call it here) we will share more with you.

Until then, we want to use this opportunity to thank Bonnie for having created this special event and Hermione for hosting LOL Day XIII. And a big thank you to all of you out there who have been reading this and have taken the time to accompany us on our journey. We would be very happy to hear from all of you, but of course we also accept your wish to remain silent if that's what suits you. May many of you be as happy as we are and not only get the chance to live our their kinky erotic fantasies but also meet many friendly people here in this community and maybe even that one special person to share your life with.

Sucking the Boss Cock

Recently we had a music industry scandal in Germany, involving a music award and some rappers. I don't want to go into any details here, but the reason I am telling you about this is that it inspired Ludwig to look at some German rap lyrics (he doesn't usually listen to that kind of music).

He told me later how dumb he found many of them. There was one line which was so ridiculous that he kind of liked it, though, because it made him laugh. In one of his songs, one rapper fantasized that his bitch (or however he might choose to call the love of his life) should suck the "boss cock" (which apparently is the nickname for his little willy).

The line was so over the top that it sounded quite funny. What made it even weirder was the fact that the line itself was in German, but contained the wonderful phrase "boss cock" in English! For me it would be really hard to take a guy seriously who talks like that, but I am afraid the creator of this line might actually believe that it sounds ultra hard and cool...

However, his discovery obviously triggered Ludwig's fantasies. When we were about to have some fun one evening, he told me in his tongue-in-cheek way: "So, come on now, suck the boss cock! I bet you would enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

That was the point were the difference between rapper fantasy and reality set in, though! Because his words did not, actually, result in the desired action, but in me pulling Ludwig over my knee, taking down his pants and spanking his naked bottom with my hand, making him squirm. I love that I can create reactions from him with a hand spanking, given that Ludwig can take a severe caning rather stoically! He always tells me that he doesn't know why my little hands (I really have to take children's sizes when I buy gloves) feel like iron. I took my time and continued until my hand hurt quite a bit as well.

After I was done and Ludwig's backside had a nice red glow (just like my hand), I made of course sure that Ludwig got some pleasure, too. After all, I am no big mean rapper lady who refers to her private bits as her boss pussy and believes that her guy should only serve her. But unfortunately for Ludwig (to be honest, I think he is quite happy about that), I am not very submissive, either, and so I prefer to give my husband pleasure under my conditions and not because I'm told to suck the boss cock.

Ten Per Cent Is Not Nothing

A few weeks ago, Ludwig and I had a little discussion. We had to pay a bill and the question was who would pay how much of it. As you all know, we are married. But we still haven't thrown all of our money together. Instead, we share the costs for our daily lives and the things we buy depending on what it is. Sometimes it's 50/50 (travel costs, for instance), sometimes only one of us pays (because it's something only one of us uses), sometimes we share costs according to our current respective income (living expenses), and so on.

I suggested that we should share the costs of said bill 50/50. Ludwig suggested a different formula which he considered to be more fair given how much each of us had used what we were paying for. "Hey, you just want to save money!" I jokingly complained. "According to that formula, you'll end up paying far less than half!" Ludwig maintains that I said "you'll end up paying almost nothing", but I disagree. In any case, we didn't discuss the topic in more detail or make a final decision, as we had other things to do. The sum concerned was small and it wasn't such a big issue, anyway.

Ludwig couldn't resist using the situation for a scene, though. A bit later he called me into the bedroom and put me over his knee. As he spanked my bottom, he asked me what the highest number of strokes which I ever got with a cane was. I replied that it was 50. So, he asked me, ten per cent of 50 is how much? I said something about being blonde and not knowing the answer. He didn't buy it and spanked me more. So, I finally answered that the correct tally was five.

Happy with my profound maths skills, Ludwig announced that he would give me five strokes with the cane to show me that "ten per cent is not nothing". I protested that I had never implied that he wanted me to pay the whole bill. I had just said he obviously wanted to pay less than half of it. Quite frankly, I was of the opinion that according to the formula he had suggested, Ludwig would have had to pay more than ten per cent, maybe about twenty. But of course I didn't tell him that, given the situation I found myself in...

I couldn't argue Ludwig out of his plan to cane me, though (surprise!), and so I hesitantly followed his order to fetch a cane after he had let me stand up. There were only unpeeled, crook-handled ones in the wardrobe, and so I took out one of them. It was a thin dragon cane. Big mistake, since I don't like sting! I bent over the bed, still grumpy because it was all so unfair, and Ludwig told me to pull down my pants and knickers.

I did as I was told and Ludwig took aim. With a crack, the first stroke hit the target. I moaned and hissed and bent my knees under the stinging pain. We hadn't played in a long time and I wasn't used to the pain anymore. I told Ludwig that. He didn't seem to mind (which top doesn't enjoy getting some reactions for his hard work, right?). But he gave me time to recover before the next stroke hit my poor bottom. I struggled through that one and the next two, feeling a bit sick from the pain, even though the strokes were only moderately hard.

Ludwig and I talked throughout the caning and he told me that I could be happy to have been given a warm-up. And I was! Still, I mused whether I am not really kinky anymore, or at least not a real bottom. Some years ago the caning would probably have made me horny, which might have made it easier to deal with the pain. That said, I was never really good with the first cane strokes, and moderately hard ones were never much easier to take for me than severe ones.

Anyhow, I had made it through four of the five strokes! Only to be reminded by Ludwig that the last one is always the hardest and that he had been quite nice so far. So I prepared myself for the final stroke which produced a hot burning stripe on my derriere. Again I groaned with pain and struggled to deal with the breathtaking fire on my bottom.

Ludwig really seemed to have enjoyed himself (in contrast to me). Of course he couldn't resist closing the scene by asking me what I had learned today. Well, I might have been beaten, but obviously I wasn't beaten - if you know what I mean. Because despite the risk that came with my answer, I replied: "I've learned that ten per cent of 50 is five!" Ludwig and I both cracked up laughing.
 

"Hey, are there any stripes to see?" I asked. "Yes, indeed!" Ludwig replied. I looked in the mirror and saw five dark red lines on my bottom. Now my kink returned. While I might not enjoy being spanked that much anymore, I still like taking pictures of spanking marks. "Let's take a picture for the blog," I told Ludwig. As I already said, we had lots of other things to do, but Ludwig agreed nonetheless and fetched the camera. Thus I can not only tell you the story of the spanking, but you can see the resulting marks as well.

The marks were visible for a few days, but fortunately not for too long, because I had a doctor's appointment. Well, I suppose I have learned even more from that day. Not only is ten per cent of 50 five, but one should also always be very careful about which cane one chooses - especially when being out of proper practice as a bottom!

A Striped Bottom

In my last Kaelah's Corner post, I showed you a picture with some rather heavy strange marks on my bottom and my legs. Today's post will tell you how the marks on my bottom came about. As most of you might have guessed correctly, the marks on my bottom were from a caning. The photos accompanying this post were taken directly after the caning had taken place, so the marks are still fresh.

Ludwig and I had scheduled some intimate time and Ludwig made a comment about how much caning my bottom would turn him on. Since I am rarely in the mood for a caning (especially taking one!) these days, he didn't really expect it to happen, though. As I prepared myself for our private time, it came to me that we hadn't posted any nice pictures showing cane marks in quite a while and that I would love to take some. Which of course meant I would have to take a caning first – a win-win-situation for both Ludwig and me.

So, I turned to the closet that hosts several of our canes and searched for one I liked. If I was willing to take a caning, I at least wanted to get the chance to chose the weapon. I found a rather heavy unpeeled crooked-handled cane and took it out. Since I prefer thud to sting, it seemed to be the right choice for me.

When Ludwig came into our bedroom a short time later, he found me standing there with the cane in my hands. "What's that about?" he asked. I guess since I frequently am in the mood for topping rather than bottoming nowadays, Ludwig has become cautious when he sees me with a cane... He knows that he still has a severe caning coming and maybe he thought I was about to suggest a training session.

I explained my thoughts to Ludwig and handed him the cane. As you can imagine, Ludwig wasn't opposed to the idea of caning me. He quickly took his chance and the cane from my hands. I was already naked, anyway, so I just bent over the end of the bed.

We agreed on one dozen strokes. "But not too hard, I am not used to being caned anymore at all!" I told Ludwig. Yes, I still try to top from the bottom. But it's the same with Ludwig, so he doesn't mind. When the first medium severe stroke hit my bottom, I wasn't so sure anymore whether the cane had been the right choice.

While the pain might not have been as stingy as the pain from a whippy peeled cane, it still burned and it went deep into the muscles because of the heaviness of the cane. I shared my observation with Ludwig. Obviously he found it interesting, because he immediately continued testing the effect of the cane. Ouch! I gritted my teeth and hissed and moaned myself through the next strokes. I went on tiptoes, bent my knees and wriggled my bottom in a vain attempt to cope with the nowadays so unfamiliar pain. The strokes weren't too severe, but the pain definitely was enough for me!

When the last stroke came, Ludwig of course had to make that one harder than the previous ones. At that stage I was already sweating. I tried to prepare myself as good as possible for the final stroke and then I heard a swish and a crack and the cane hit target for the last time. It ignited one more line of fire on my rear end and I buckled and wriggled in order to relieve the pain.

Then I took a look in the mirror – and realised that there was still a gap between the strokes on the upper half of my bottom and the ones on the lower half. Plus, except for the last one, the red lines weren't as much visible as I had hoped them to be. With my light skin I tend to get pale red lines only directly after a caning, unless it has been really quite hard. The marks easily turn blue later, though.

A looked at the mirror for a moment and handed the cane back to Ludwig. "The gap needs to be closed and I need some more clearly visible marks," I explained. "Well, it was just twelve strokes, I can't cover your whole bottom with that," Ludwig replied. He then complied with my request and focused his attention on the still white part of my bottom. After a few more strokes, he had managed to close the gap.

The pain was still strong, but it had become bearable since I was warmed up by now. So I was ready to take a few more severe strokes as well to round up the picture so to speak. I figured that since I had already taken so much pain in order to get a nice picture, I could take a bit more. Ludwig remarked something about me being a real masochist, but was of course happy to satisfy my wish. And so he gave me a final bunch (was it six?) of more severe strokes that imprinted clearly visible marks on my now already very red rear end.

I made it through those as well, driven by my declared intention to get the marks that I wanted. I was glad when it was finally over, though. It had been my most intense spanking for quite some time and it had been obvious that I wasn't used to the pain anymore at all. A look in the mirror made up for it, though, because there I saw the marks I had wanted to see. Clearly visible dark red tramlines covering my whole bottom. It seemed that Ludwig was satisfied, too.

And so he picked up the camera and we started taking pictures while the marks were still fresh. The rest of our intimate time was postponed until after the photo session. Watching my marked bottom in the mirror made it very easy for Ludwig to get back into the right mood after the interruption, though!

Now you know how the marks on my bottom came about. I hope you enjoy the pictures which we took. I will tell you more about the marks on my legs – which were from another day – in a separate post. Then I will also tell you whether we went to the public pool while I was still sporting the marks or not.

The Bath Towel

In my last Kaelah's Corner post I wrote about my idea to make appointments for sex since Ludwig and I have so little spare time left. Today's post is about the incident which brought up the whole topic.

One evening a few weeks ago, Ludwig was in the mood for a bit of intimacy and asked me whether I was up for it, too. I was extremely tired, though, and had to tell him that the time wasn't right for me. But the next day promised to be less busy, so I suggested that this might be the chance to share some quality time together.

It wasn't really an appointment, rather an option we kept in mind. On the next evening, I was indeed much less exhausted, albeit not really in the mood for vanilla sex. Unlike a year ago I didn't let that scare me, though, and just pondered what kind of intimacy I was up for. It came to me that I would enjoy a hot bath together. After that I could cater to Ludwig's needs and maybe be rewarded with a relaxing massage in return.

Ludwig liked the idea and so we took a relaxing, hot bubble bath together. Afterwards we built us a cozy place for the next things to come. Ludwig came over, wearing only a towel around his hips. Which I grabbed and pulled off him. The towel had inspired me to what I would love to do as well.

So I told Ludwig to lay down, stood above his sexy slim body and used the towel on his naked buttocks. Since the towel was almost dry, aiming and controlling it wasn't really easy. So I couldn't hit too hard, but enjoyed myself nonetheless. I have to admit I am not sure about it anymore, but I think I added some handspanks, too.

Afterwards I made sure that Ludwig enjoyed himself, too. To Ludwig's and my own surprise my submissive side popped up during the process. Thus, instead of asking Ludwig for a massage, I started wriggling my bottom at him after I had lay down. And so the day ended with Ludwig grabbing my hair and catering to my needs as well.

Ludwig's Belting

In my last Kaelah's Corner post, I told you about my final spanking in 2016. As promised, today's post is about the last spanking Ludwig received from me in the past year which took place a few days after mine.

Ludwig's spanking didn't have any premise other than he asking me to give him some pleasure with my hand and / or mouth and me being in a toppy mood and wanting to have some spanking fun first. So, when Ludwig stripped from his clothes, I grabbed his belt, slipped it through the loops of his trousers, double-folded it and playfully slapped it against the palm of my hand.

Ludwig, ready to position himself comfortably on the sofa for a pleasurable time, looked at me questioningly. I grinned and told him that I wanted him to lay down on his stomach first and not on his back, because I wanted a bit of pleasure, too. Ludwig protested half-heartedly, but did what I had asked him to do.

He lay before me stretched over the sofa, presenting his firm naked buttocks for his own belt. His skin had its usual pristine white colour. That was about to change soon, though.

I didn't waste any time with a warm-up, even though I usually love using my hand for a spanking. Instead, I brought down the belt with a loud crack. Ludwig grimaced and let out a gentle moan. He currently has about as little spanking practice as I do and was clearly feeling the pain. Which of course further increased my motivation.

Slowly and methodically I brought the belt down again and again. Not overly hard – I didn't have the intention to leave any lasting black and blue marks – but not really soft, either. Clearly hard enough to keep Ludwig hissing and wriggling. I enjoyed watching his reactions and how he was struggling to get through the belting. Which he, despite his struggling, of course managed to without losing his composure.

When I was done, Ludwig's bottom had a nice red colour and he was reminded how painful things can get when I am in a genuinely toppy mood. It made him ponder whether it had really been a good idea to ask me for a final severe caning which Ludwig wants to do on video for the amusement of the viewers and to make up for the severe canings which I have done as a bottom. Well, I'd say it's too late for these kinds of worries now that I am already looking forward to that scene!

Ludwig's belting was over, though, and I was content. So, I told Ludwig to turn around and we switched to things that definitely provided him with more pleasure than the belting had. The only bad thing about the comfortable position for Ludwig was that I couldn't look at the results of my handiwork (or, rather, beltwork) while making Ludwig hiss and moan again, this time with slightly different sounds!

Kaelah's Corner (Dec 2016): Happy New Year!

Welcome to a slightly delayed Kaelah's Corner post. Ludwig and I wish all of you a Happy and Peaceful New Year!

2016 was a good year for us. It was our first year living together and our first year as a married couple. Interestingly, it was probably our least active year so far concerning kink. There are several reasons for this about which I didn't write much on this blog because they aren't kink-related. For a while, we decided not to engage in any kinky play due to medical reasons (nothing bad, but enough not to be in the mood and the physical condition for spanking). Then we were busy as crazy not only with our wedding and moving in together but also with job issues and family responsibilities. That also let us prefer a nice quiet dinner together, a hot bath and a good nap to any more complex spanking scenes.

We didn't miss much, though, because even without lots of spanking and kinky adventures, 2016 provided us with many new and exciting experiences. And close to the end of the year, we finally had two spontaneous little scenes, one of which I would like to share with you today. The first scene, about which I am going to write today, saw me on the receiving end, the second one, which will be covered in a separate post, Ludwig.

So, here we go: My last spanking in 2016 happened after Ludwig and I had eaten dinner together. Ludwig was putting away the dishes and I made one of my usual smart-ass remarks. I can't remember what it was, exactly, Ludwig thinks it was that he should take more stuff in one turn so that the work would be finished faster. Ludwig remarked that I shouldn't always give unsolicited advice to people on how to do things and that he would put away the dishes the way he preferred. To which I replied that the way I suggested was still more efficient then his. Which was, as I might add, a correct observation.

Ludwig came back from the kitchen, took me by the arm to the sofa (without much resistance on my behalf), pulled down my pants and knickers and put me over his lap. Then he began spanking my naked bottom with his hand, while lecturing me that I didn't have to be such a smart-ass all the time. Even though that might not have been the smartest idea given the position I was in, I honestly told Ludwig that I indeed had to be a smart-ass because it was genetic and I couldn't help it. Which is true, my family is full of smart-asses, so there must be some genetic trait. But, as you can see, honesty is even more important for me than cleverness or opportunism. Okay, and maybe I am a masochist who in addition to not minding a nice spanking from time to time doesn't like to be told how to behave... ;-)

While Ludwig appreciated my honesty, he obviously thought that a good spanking couldn't do any harm, anyway. And so he continued slapping my bare backside while I gripped one of the sofa cushions and tried to suck in the pain as best as I could. I am totally out of practice, though, which led to me struggling and yelping a lot despite the fact that the spanking most probably wasn't too hard. Ludwig really didn't need any implement. His hand was fully sufficient to drive his message home. Finally, he decided that I had had enough and let me back up.

Remorsefully, I dropped to my knees. Looking up to Ludwig I apologized sincerely and thanked him for having put me back into my place. … Ummh, okay, well, no, that's not how the scene ended.

Instead I did the following: Since I hadn't been spanked in a while, the first thing I did was rush to the bathroom to take a look at the marks in the mirror. Ludwig told me that the spanking hadn't been very long, so I couldn't expect to see much. My bottom was visibly red, though, and I was satisfied with its look. Ludwig noticed how happy I seemed which he of course interpreted as me being glad to be put back into place. Seeing me satisfied made him happy, too, even though his explanation was of course just wishful thinking (and he would never seriously believe it himself).

Unfortunately, I have no picture of the marks to share with you this time. Maybe next time after my first spanking in 2017 has taken place!

How about you? Was 2016 a year full of spanking fun for you or not? Do you remember your last spanking (received or given) in 2016? You are very welcome to share your memories of the past year in the comment section!

In Court (Part 4): Judge Kaelah

 (A snapshot from the smartphone videos of the event - link below.)

This is my final post about the spanking court event that Ludwig and I visited last autumn. The first three parts are here, here and here.

I had to preside over the last two cases as a judge. My first announcement was that I was the judge now who had to be respected, I wouldn't tolerate any disturbance (Sissi and Jura tried to irritate the judges as spectators and had already been punished several times) and that I was the only one who was allowed to use that little hammer. This joke referred to something from a mail conversation between Kristall and me, in which I had told him that the most important reason why I wanted to become a judge was because I had always wanted to be allowed to use that little hammer which judges have. Kristall replied that his main reason was that the robes looked sexy. He also called me out on a grammar mistake that I had intentionally made in my email. That was when I knew that I had found a like-minded soul – a sadist, nitpicker and grammar-fetishist like me!

My first case was a traffic offence. Of course I was able to prove that the defendant deserved a severe punishment – after all I had found out that he had been accused of several violations of traffic rules before and had always gotten away with light sentences. Not so this time!

This was the most interesting punishment scene for me as a spectator – the delinquent had asked to be punished by a man and so I could sit down and watch as Donpascual was doing the honours. I guess I would have enjoyed the scene even more had both participants been into M/M spankings (while Donpascual doesn't mind spanking a man, he isn't really into it), but it was the first M/M scene I had ever seen live and I savoured it.

The second case was the funniest of the day from my point of view. The complaint sounded pretty harmless – the culprit was supposed to have destroyed a window with a ball. The trial became strange when the accused argued that he couldn't be convicted because the whole story was just made up by him, he couldn't remember having kicked in a window with a ball and the whole court and hearing was fake anyway.

Since I had evidence in form of pictures from a surveillance camera, though (it's good to watch crime series like NCIS), I decided that there were only two possible conclusions. First of all, the strange things said by the defendant (like the court not being real) showed that he was seriously disturbed. It was clear to me, though, that he wasn't criminally incapable. No, I didn't need any psychiatrist to be sure of that! Secondly, the fact that he insisted on not having destroyed the window despite of the evidence could only mean two things: Either he lied or he had taken some really hard and illegal stuff and truly couldn't remember the incident. No matter what – both possible explanations warranted a severe punishment. And that's what I sentenced the delinquent to.

Erika and I dished out that last punishment as well. Behind the scenes, I had been aware that the delinquent was as new to the spanking court as I was, so I had talked to him about which level of severity was okay for him before I heard his case. I tried not to overdo it and to communicate with our convict throughout the scene, but it turned out that he could take a rather severe spanking, too.

And then it was time for two special scenes at the end of the day which took place in a separate room in case some visitors didn't want to watch especially the second, more severe scene. First Sissi and Jura were tied together and in turn punished by Erika, Ludwig and me with different implements. You can download a short video from that scene through the link at the end of this post.

(A snapshot of Sissi being whipped tied to Jura.)

Sissi and Jura had an agreed total number of strokes coming to them and each of them could say how many strokes the other was supposed to take in the next round. That way they were able to split up the strokes between them as they liked. One time I got so much into the flow when dishing out a spanking to Jura that I forgot to stop at the agreed number. Oops! He didn't really mind, though, and I played little Miss Tough, telling him that it was his problem if he didn't tell me that the agreed number of strokes had been exceeded.

The last scene was Jura's birching on the legs, administered by Erika. I hadn't been comfortable dishing out a birching on the legs. Earlier I hadn't even been sure whether I wanted to watch such a severe scene. But then it felt okay. Jura is a really tough guy and didn't make much noise. And while the scene was severe, the undertone was playful as the rest of the spanking court event had been as well. Thus watching the scene wasn't as overwhelming as I had feared.

And then the court was over. Before we left, we all had supper together and talked to each other about the event, our kink and more. It had turned out that several of the participants were readers of our blog which felt great and a bit strange at the same time. The dinner was very relaxed and again we looked like the members of some kind of nice little serious maybe even square club. But of course we weren't.

After a day full of kinky fun (I had never played as much and with as many different people as I did on that day) we finally bade our farewells. It had been wonderful to meet Donpascual and several of our readers in person and to meet new fellow kinksters and like-minded meticulous role-players like Kristall and Sissi!

Kristall sent us two short videos which he had taken with his smartphone during the event and which he generously allowed us to share with our readers. The first video is a short excerpt (56 sec) from Sissi's caning by Ludwig and the second gives you a glimpse (41 sec) of the special scene with Sissi and Jura. As is the rule at the event, there are no faces shown. But nonetheless the clips might give you a small impression of the scenes.

You can download the two videos in one zip-File (size just 6 MB) here:

Uploaded.net Link

(A close-up of Sissi's beautiful bottom.)

A few final thoughts that come into my mind when I look back on the event: One thing that surely was different about the event compared to the kinky events we had been to in the UK and the US was how easily different kinks were mixed up. Both Jura and Julle wore women's clothes at the event. Nobody ran away during the M/M scene (in the first place, there WAS an M/M scene!). There were the special punishments of the cavity search and the birching on the legs. Another thing I hadn't experienced before: There were more male bottoms than female ones (although it wasn't an event aiming especially at male spankees).

What I really liked was that the more severe or unusual scenes weren't forced on all spectators. So nobody had to be scared of having to watch something they felt uncomfortable with. The level of severity was rather high, anyway, but I didn't find it over the top. And of course it wouldn't have been a problem if a spankee had told us bailiffs that he or she only wanted to play at the lighter end of the spectrum!

Still, Donpascual told me that the gap between those who would like to play out and watch lighter scenes and whose who want to be punished severely is a problem which might also keep female bottoms away from the event. That's why the upcoming court will be made of two events which take place on the same weekend (one on Saturday and one on Sunday). There will be a softer spanking court on October the 15th and a more severe whipping court on October the 16th. That way everyone can visit the event they fancy more (or of course both events).

Unfortunately, Ludwig and I didn't make it to the spanking court event which took place in spring this year. And we won't make it to the upcoming one in ten days, either. But maybe we will be able to participate again sometime next year. It would be great to meet Donpascual, Kristall, Sissi, Erika, FJ and all the others another time and to swing that little hammer (and some implements) again!

In Court (Part 3): The Bailiffs' Duty

(Trying out a crop.)

This is part three of my series about the spanking court event Ludwig and I attended last autumn. You can find the first two parts here and here.

When we arrived at the location, the place was already busy. We realised that the average age of the participants involved was higher than it had been at any other kinky event we had ever been before. But we were welcomed in a friendly manner and soon found Donpascual aka Ramon Herzog with whom we had communicated via our blog and email but whom we had never met in person before.

Donpascual showed us around and helped us to settle in. He wasn't the only one, though. Kristall, the only experienced judge at the event, offered that he and I could run one case as a team first before I would be alone as the judge for other cases. And Erika, my fellow bailiff, was also experienced and already knew several of the participants and their limits from former events. We also decided that we would dish out the punishments as a tandem.

First of all, I had to try out the beautiful whipping bench and several of the implements myself, though. I bent over, flipped up my skirt and Ludwig spanked me with straps, canes, whips and the birch. After all, I needed to have an idea how severe the different implements were. For instance, I made one funny observation: While the birch looked much more threatening than the one we used a short while earlier for our outdoor scene, it didn't sting as awfully. Maybe because it was some hours older than ours was when we used it.

Some of the participants watched our try-out with interest and FJ asked whether it was okay to take a few photos. We agreed and so we have some pictures to show you because FJ sent them to us afterwards. Thank you FJ! I also tried the handling of some of the implements on Ludwig to prepare me for my job as a bailiff.

(The try-out left a few marks.)

Before the court opened we were offered a warm soup. The room in which the court took place looked a little bit like a club house and some time during the day it came to me that we could have easily be mistaken for the local rabbit breeders association at their annual general meeting if it hadn't been for the whipping bench and the huge assembly of implements lying on a table in the corner of the room.

After the soup, the court was opened. I was happy that Birgit, our third judge who was also new in that role but an experienced attendee of the spanking court otherwise, was the first to sit in the judge's chair. That allowed me to start the day as an observer.

Birgit heard the first two cases which were the most creative ones, featuring the only female delinquent Sissi and Jura, who looked very good in the female clothes he wore and whom I envied for his beautiful legs. Sissi was charged with having cheated in a marathon and Jura had apparently entered the apartments of some of his wife's friends without their permission when they were away and opened their drawers. Maybe in order to try on their clothes?

However, in both cases the evidence was overwhelming (no matter how great Sissi's arguments were, she really rocked the show) and so both delinquents (like all delinquents on that day, surprise, surprise) were sentenced to corporal punishments by strict judge Birgit. Sissi was sentenced to a caning and Jura's punishment included several implements, the most severe part being a birching on the legs.

Ludwig was the first bailiff to do his honours and he gave Sissi a hard caning. Sissi really was a trooper, though, and even enticed Ludwig to go harder than he initially did with her cheeky comments. Great was also her reaction when Ludwig did follow her "invitation". She let out an indignant: "Ouch – that one really hurt!" You can see a picture from that great scene below.

Then it was Erika's and my turn to dish out the first part of Jura's punishment. Jura can indeed take a lot, so it wasn't time for love taps. Thus I swung the cane as hard as I felt comfortable (playing with someone I hadn't played with before and making sure that my aim was still 100 per cent). Compared to Erika I was kind of a softy, though, she swung the cane even harder. Jura surely didn't mind!

So Erika and I found a routine which we followed throughout the day – usually I started with the first strokes of any implement and then swapped places with Erika after an agreed number. The punishments usually consisted of twenty or more strokes with one or sometimes several implements. Kristall didn't let the next delinquents get away easily and so we were very busy.

(Ludwig caning Sissi.)

Then it was time for my baptism of fire as a judge. Kristall and I had to arbitrate a case between FJ and Erika. FJ had tried to sell his friend Erika his old VW diesel, knowing that she wasn't an expert when it came to these things and didn't know about the scandal which meant a big loss of value for the car. Erika found out that FJ had tried to nobble her and that the price had been much too high. FJ of course insisted that the car had been in good shape, that the price had been correct and that he had only had the best intentions.

Maybe you can imagine FJ's shock when he was confronted with the fact that I had his car sent to an authorised expert who had determined its value. And – said expert had found out that the car had been involved into an accident and therefore was worth even less than a car its age would normally have been! How fortunate that I am such a meticulous person! Of course FJ was sentenced to a severe punishment including a caning.

The other two punishments Kristall had announced in his role as a judge included an OTK spanking for Julle and a cavity search for another poor miscreant. I felt comfortable enough to participate in the OTK spanking since the chemistry with Julle was right. The cavity search (which was supposed to take place when the delinquents changed for their punishments, not in front of the whole group) of course was a bit too intimate for me, no matter how much I liked the delinquent who was about to be strip naked and searched.

When I accompanied the two miscreants to the changing room, though, I realised that Erika wasn't around. What was I supposed to do? While I wasn't comfortable with touching the most intimate parts of a stranger, I realised that I felt comfortable enough to order him to strip down naked. I watched as my order was followed and then called Erika who was next door where FJ changed for his punishment (the cases and punishments came in batches and so several convicts prepared for the punishments at the same time). She came and did her duty while I gleefully watched. I really enjoyed the role of an onlooker which was distant enough for me to feel comfortable with it. Then the delinquents were ordered to put on their punishment robes and follow us to the whipping bench.

I was very flattered when Erika told me that FJ would be happy if I took over his complete caning while she would execute another part of his punishment. And so I dished out a long hard caning. Since he had cheated on her, Erika was looking forward to punishing FJ as well. Fotunately, their friendship seemed to be very intact again afterwards. Erika and I made sure that the other two miscreants learned their lesson, too. I even sent Julle to the corner after my spanking before Erika took over and dragged him over her knee for a dose with the wooden hairbrush.

Now there were only two cases left. And I would be the one to try them as the judge. I will tell you more about that in the next and last instalment of my series about the spanking court.

(To be continued...)

In Court (Part 2): Preparations

This is the second part of my report about our adventures at the Spanking Gerichtshof (spanking court) which Ludwig and I visited last year. You can find the first part here.

(Of course Ludwig and I also tried out the court bench and the implements as part of our preparation. Thanks to FJ for the picture.)

The event was very well organised by Donpascual aka Ramon Herzog. All charges were written down in advance and sent to the judges which helped us to prepare for the job. Sometimes they also included suggestions for the verdicts. The ideas for the storylines were often created by the soon-to-be defendants themselves, sometimes assisted by their partners (who usually called for a harsh punishment). In case the accused came to the event without a partner, another attendee was assigned to play the role of the prosecutor, so that almost everyone who actively participated in the event found themselves in both roles. Some of the crimes described in the indictments showed a lot of creativity and love for detail (even pictures taken by surveillance cameras were sometimes attached as evidence of what had happened).

There were also a few requests for special punishments from the participants or their partners which were taken into account as long as those who were supposed to carry our said punishments were comfortable with it. For instance, there were requests for an OTK spanking, a cavity search, a male punisher (for a male miscreant) and a birching on the legs. Ludwig and I read the indict and the special requirements and I gave Donpascual a feedback which law suits I felt comfortable leading as a new judge and which kind of punishments I was willing to carry out as a bailiff.

Since Ludwig isn't really into M/M spankings, Donpascual volunteered to do the M/M scene. It was the first one ever which I had the chance to watch live. As those of you who know how much I am into M/M scenes can imagine, that was a really daunting prospect. It was clear to me that I wouldn't do the cavity search (too intimate) and that I didn't feel comfortable birching someone on the legs, either. I wasn't sure about the OTK spanking and told Donpascual that I had to see whether the chemistry with the potential victim was good enough to make me feel comfortable with that slightly more intimate position.

As I always say, it is important that a top's limits are respected as much as those of the bottom. And since I was a normal participant at the party who paid like anyone else, I didn't feel obliged to fulfil any requests I wasn't 100 per cent happy with. That proved not to be a problem at all during the event, though, and all special requests were indeed fulfilled. But I'll tell you more about that later in the part of my series that covers the actual event.

Before we went to the party, Ludwig and I had a few more things to organise, though. There was a dress code for the members of the court which meant black clothes combined with a white tie that would get a batch showing the Spanking Court logo. Fortunately, I didn't need a judge's robe. I could borrow one from Donpascual (it's a mess that I don't have a picture that shows me wearing it). So, we got all our stuff together, packed a bag with the things we needed and were ready for the big day.

When the day had come, we met our friend Fenris and drove to the location together. I definitely wasn't as nervous as I had been when I went to a spanking party for the very first time. But it was clear that this time, I would be much more active than I usually am at spanking events and that I would play with a number of strangers, albeit not as a bottom (I wouldn't have been comfortable with that). Furthermore, the nature of the event would require role-playing skills and I didn't really know what to expect, for instance concerning the participants, the overall tone and the severity of the punishments. Concerning the aspect of severity I knew that I am not a love-taps only type as a top, but it was of course clear that I would only top at a level of severity that would allow me to safely administer a punishment. One thing I wasn't really sure about, either, was how it would be for Ludwig and me to play with others again after a two-year-period of purposefully not having done that. But this is the story for a separated Kaelah's Corner post.

So, we went on the road, ready for adventures and curious what the day would bring.

(To be continued...)

Kinky Russia (Part 2): Lake Baikal

This is the second part of our photo sets from our trip with the Trans-Siberian Railway through Russia. You can find the first part with kinky hotel room pictures here.

 

Lake Baikal is a rift lake in Southern Siberia. It is one of the must-sees in Russia and one of the stops almost everyone who travels the Trans-Siberian Railway on a holiday trip makes.

We stayed for a few days and went on a little hiking trip to get a better view of the lake from above. It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining, causing the ripples on the lake to sparkle. When we found a slightly secluded space where the risk of being seen by others was very small, we (okay, mainly I) decided to take some kinky pictures in this wonderful environment.

I hope you enjoy them!

Kinky Russia (Part 1): The Hotel Room

Last year, Ludwig and I travelled through Russia from Moscow to Vladivostok with the Trans-Siberian Railway. It was a very inspiring and wonderful trip!

We didn't manage to take lots of kinky pictures on our way (something I would be careful about in Russia, anyway), but when we stayed in a very beautiful hotel room, we of course had to use the opportunity to shoot a few sexy photos.

Whatever storyline might come to your mind when looking at them is completely up to you.

Can you see the marks on my bottom? There are the remainders of a scene Ludwig and I had a while earlier.

Here is a close-up. We invested quite a lot of time taking the pictures and you will see some more of them in the future. I hope you like them!

We did one outdoor shoot, too, on the shores of Lake Baikal. You will get to see those in the next instalment of this series.